On the second day, the weather was fine.

Halfway through the hour, the morning light was already surging, and the fog in the Mofu Garden was lifting, and the flowers and plants were growing wildly, flooding the road.

When Wu Jin arrived at the corner gate, he saw two subordinates inserting a large handful of thick wormwood into the door, and the door of the watch room sat on the stone toad to supervise the work, and when he saw Wu Jin, he quickly stood up and pushed the door open, and invited him in.

Wu Jin remembered that the wormwood in his house had not been planted yet, so he wrote it down and went into the garden first.

He walked without hurry, and listened carefully, but did not hear the sound of Xun.

Mo Lingfeng often gets up early to blow the horn, practices diligently, and the results are remarkable, and the mountain flycatchers and magpies in the garden are all nowhere to be seen, and they will never appear at this time.

He thought that Mo Lingfeng had not come to blow Xun today, and continued to walk, but when he didn't want to go to the lake, he saw the Mo family brothers and sisters sitting in the water pavilion.

Mo Qianlan skillfully held Mo Lingfeng, but her strength was insufficient, so she wrapped her hands around Mo Lingfeng's thighs and buttocks, holding her in her arms like a very small child.

He tilted his head, smiling all over his face, muttering to himself, while Mo Lingfeng listened intently, and when he heard the end, he couldn't help but laugh, his eyes narrowed into a slender crescent.

Mo Qianlan teased her a few more words, and then put down this heart-to-heart baby out of breath, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and took a sip of hot tea.

Then he sat next to Mo Leaf, whispered for a while, his eyes couldn't help but look at Mo Leaf's face, and he reached out to take a cherry and feed it to her, and then reached out to take the kernel.

He didn't play with Mo Lingfeng, and Mo Lingfeng's anger with him had already disappeared after a night, and the laughter became louder and louder, and finally he turned his face up and cooed with Mo Qianlan.

She smiled, and Mo Qianlan also laughed, while twisting a cherry and continuing to feed it to her sister's mouth.

He never hides his cherishing of his sister, and treats his beloved things, he must not hide them, and he wants to cover them up, if others think that she is unloved, they will bully her, despise her, and despise her, and she will suffer many grievances out of thin air.

So he wants to know through Kuanzhou, let others respect her and fear her, what she says is the rules, the order, and he is just a hand stretched out by this order.

The brother and sister released their suspicions and snuggled up to each other, Mo Lingfeng was the first to find Wu Jin, immediately got down from the stool, and said angrily: "Brother, I'm going to study with Wu Jin." ”

The elder brother also stood up and forced himself to smile at Wu Jin - a little cold, a little hypocritical, but it was better than not laughing.

Wu Jin bowed to Mo Qianlan across half of the lake, while Mo Qianlan waved his hand very casually, watching Mo Lingfeng walk through a few weeping willows by the lake, walk to Wu Jin's side, and then the two of them went to Jiusixuan together.

A candle had already been lit in Jiu Sixuan.

Who arrived earlier than Wu Jin, earlier than Mo Leaf?

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng glanced at each other in surprise, walked up the stone steps together, and stood at the door together, making a ghostly look.

The person in the room turned out to be Cheng Ting.

Under the light of the candle, Cheng Ting had already studied the ink, spread the rice paper on the table, and had already written half a large character, and at this time he was still holding a pen and writing one by one.

Mo Lingfeng took the lead and took a closer look at Cheng Ting's face, and saw that his cheeks were slightly red and swollen, obviously beaten, but his expression was very cheerful, and his face was full of smiles.

Mo Lingfeng reached out and touched his face: "Poor." ”

Cheng Ting turned his face away and continued to write: "Where is the pitiful? ”

"Cheng Taishan is not good," Mo Lingfeng stepped out of the way, not blocking his light, "Break your brain." ”

"Nonsense," Cheng Ting retorted, "He beat me, but that's my own fault, who made me forget to send my family name?" When he secretly sent it, he found it again. ”

He turned his head to look at Wu Jin who was standing by the door: "Wu Jin, Mr. Zhao said that your handwriting is good, you can help me circle it, if it is not good, I will change it." ”

Wu Jin came over and took the pen from his hand, Cheng Ting hurriedly got up and stepped aside, asked Wu Jin to show him the words, and crossed his hands on the side and Mo Lingfeng expressed his determination: "From now on, I will change my mind, live up to the time, three more lights and five more chickens, enter Beijing this autumn to catch the exam, and be on the list next spring." ”

Mo Lingfeng saw that his excited face was flushed, his nostrils were moving, his eyes were shining, and with the bulging pimples, he became more and more different from usual, and sighed sincerely: "Poor." ”

Cheng Ting said nonchalantly: "Little child, what do you know." ”

He couldn't help but be overjoyed: "My mother went to Sister Huiran's house yesterday and said that the children of the Xu family were preparing for the autumn festival, and Aunt Xu had no intention of other things, so she didn't mention family affairs, but Aunt Xu also praised me a few words, and my mother planned to wait for next year's provincial exam, I have a ranking, and then come to the door." ”

He was beaming, and the thrushes outside were also chirping, as if they were celebrating this unfortunate event for him.

"Okay," Wu Jin finished the circle and put down his pen, "You can rewrite it again." ”

Cheng Ting immediately geared up, full of confidence, enthusiasm and hard work, and in the afternoon, he finally couldn't support it anymore and dozed off in Yin Nan's archery class.

Yin Nan did not have Yin Bei's patience, nor did he have Zhao Shiheng's indifference, and regarded Wang Fa as nothing, so he threw Cheng Ting into the lake on the spot, and chased the water dog and chiseled three violent chestnuts.

The big yellow dog chased after the play, and "tsk" twice.

The water dog was not Yin Nan's opponent, and he fled home in a flowing stream, and was full of fear of Yin Nan from then on.

After Wu Jin got out of class, he didn't rush home, but went to the street to buy things for the Dragon Boat Festival first.

The street is full of vendors selling zongzi, five-color plague paper, pomegranate flowers, fans, baisuo, wormwood and other things, and there is no end to the hawking along the street.

Wu Jin bought two handfuls of wormwood, and bought five-color plague paper and five-color thread, and brought them home.

He first inserted wormwood, offered plague paper, and saw that Wu's mother had already soaked glutinous rice and red beans, and washed the zongzi leaves, so he moved the table, hooked the cotton rope on the side of the table, and began to wrap zongzi.

He carefully folded and wrapped the dumpling leaves, and slowly wrapped the delicate corner dumplings on the cotton rope.

When the sun set, there were bustling pedestrians outside the street, there was a foul smell, no one looked at him, no one looked at him, and he was still straight-seated and upright.

His conduct and demeanor will never slack off because no one appreciates him, he will not fade because of the cloth in the burrow, and he will not have any transfer due to coarse tea and light rice.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, all the schools in Kuanzhou were on vacation, and Wu Jin still got up early in the morning as usual, took out a hundred ropes that he had braided, and wrapped it around Wu Yi's arm.

He touched Wu Yi's head: "Live a long life and live a hundred years without illness or disaster." ”

Wu Yi lay on the bed in the quilt, raised his arm to look at the five-color silk thread braided Baisuo, lowered his hand, and suddenly asked, "Brother, are we not poor?" ”

Wu Jin smiled: "Yes." ”

The poor are in debt everywhere, tearing down the east wall to make up the west wall, and the past is full of holes, and they sell it for a few pennies that night, and they will be sent to the creditor's house the next morning.

Poverty is to eat today's food without tomorrow's food, pay a consultation fee, and can't even get the next month's rental money, and are afraid every night, and dare not rest for a moment.

Now Mo Fu will give three taels of silver a month, and the business in the cake shop is good, except for the house and shop rental money, there is still surplus money, how can it be called poor.

This is all a favor given to him by the Mo family brothers and sisters.